[ Clive blinks a little at the sudden motion and raises a hand, his brow v'ing together as Dion stands. He should have realized the other would immediately throw himself onto his lance. Instead he points to Dion, then to the bed. ]

Sit back down.

[ Torgal sits and Clive really wants to pinch the bridge of his nose. ]

Not- [ Sigh. ] Good boy, Torgal. Dion, rest. You're welcome to stay here with us, I'm just taking Torgal out for a walk. Unless you want to teach him to use the bathroom?

[ He arches an eyebrow, then his gaze softens. ]

You're not a disruption.